He was a middle-aged businessman from London; she introduced
herself as a hospital nurse who lived in Nairobi. They met by chance, in a
virtual way, because they were both enthralled by the fiction of Haruki
Murakami. It wasn't clear if he followed her first, or if she was the one to
initiate the conversation, but soon they were chatting regularly, in 280
characters or less.
And then their tweets went private, becoming direct
message exchanges that were far more personal and far more intimate than what
was permissible in an open Twitter feed. He told her of his marital
frustrations and she said she was a single mother, working long shifts to make
ends meet. Then, on a drunken impulse, he revealed that he had never had sex
with a black woman. This was something about which he often fantasized. She
tweeted back that she had never slept with a white man. She admitted that thoughts
of this type of relationship turned her on.
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